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Zaria doesn't talk much, it's one of the first things Paris notices when they're assigned to sit next to eachother in Art class on the second day of first grade.
Paris talks too much, it's something Zaria notices within the first three minutes of their friendship.
Paris has never had a friend who was as quiet and mysterious. Nor did she have one that was as blunt.
Zaria had always been brutally honest. She figured honesty was more important than protecting ones feelings. That is until Zaria gets invited to a birthday party.
They're in the seventh grade now and Cleo, one of Zaria's few friends is turning twelve. "Do you know if Paris is going?" Zaria asks, showing more excitement than she intended to. "She's not invited" Cleo shrugs "why not? You said the whole clasd was invited" Zaria says back. "Well, Paris... she's just not invited" Cleo says trying to walk away "why not?" Zaria questions "she would ruin the party, I know she doesn't try to, but she ruins everything." Cleo says, finally sharing her reasoning. 'That's really not a good reason' Zaria wants to argue back. 'Paris doesn't ruin anything' she wants to say, but she doesn't. Instead she nods her head, like she understands what Cleo is saying, and then rips the invitation in half. The card is left in pieces, and Cleo's staring in shock, but Zaria doesn't care.
At lunch that day Paris starts talking about the party. "What did I do wrong? Have I ever said anything rude to her?" Paris wonders outloud. She overthinks almost everything.
"I wasn't invited either" Zaria says. It's a lie, and she thinks Paris knows it. But, even if she does the blonde doesn't let it show, instead she smiles widely. "We are deffinetly crashing that party". Instead of arguing, Zaria nods her head in response.
Even when they get in trouble for toilet papering a house, they could care less. Zaria and Paris are in it together, and to them that's all that matters.